FROM MY TREE HOUSE

From My Tree HouseFrom my tree house I could see the plan set for meI could see the holes dug for meI could even see the traps covered with Trash and treesTo make the path look real I could see the poison put in the potFor the food they say was goodFrom my tree houseI could hear when they are comingWhispering and schemingThey will plan like a rat And attack like a snakeThey will laugh but in their heart They hateThey have no natural affectionWidows they revileAnd fatherless boys They defileThey use the poor as damage collateralAnd care not for babies funeralFrom my tree house I could see them coming for meWith candy on a stickAnd water for my thirstAn act carefully rehearseTo tell the lies and venom disburseFrom my tree house I could see above the clouds And clear of the sootClear of the dirt and pollutionMy mind was still of a childAnd so I wonder and I ponder these things And why my soulThey stingFrom my tree houseI realize the length the breath of the planAnd so I ask God why and he saidIt was the plan Of the wicked oneSo I ask againWanting to know whenWhen…And he said when the last prodigal returnsAnd when the lost sheep is foundFrom my tree house I remain a childMeek and innocentInnocent and meekFrom my tree house I will go on the streetBut will return again For the healing of a woundAnd wait for the purposeTo be accomplished Of true peace and securityAnd health and beautyA natural realityFrom my tree house towerI will behold the good news riderRiding on a horse with the whitest colorProclaiming that the war Is over